Cuts and Bruises

By Rage   

From cuts,
To Bruises.
I remained,
I saw the world,
Pass itself by.
I felt myself,
Sink under the sky.
I better have had,
To be killed at once.
Rather than having,
Those cuts, in tons.
I lost.
Lost my moon,
While counting the stars.
Lost my pain,
While counting the scars.
From cuts,
To bruises.

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